 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Dep on 27.04. at 05:27:08 - as answer to: Re: Screwing your courage to the sticking point. by Dep >>>>The sum total of my "beardless" tights experiences is small (and I've never felt embarrassed by that fact until I ran into you, Seeker!) but they do exist. Firstly, I'm pretty sure I was talked into wearing my first pair of tights by my sister and her friend when I was about eight or nine. They were tomato-red and had a fishnet-like pattern woven into them (no holes though-they were like fishnets over tights in one unit, KWIM?) I don't recall being touched, but the two of them seemed to spend a LONG time looking me over (though that may've been my feverish imagination!)>>>>When I first moved to LA, running tights were fairly common on men around here. So I invested in a few pair (three black, one navy blue, one purple, and one in silver.) I wore 'em almost everywhere (no underwear, either!) and endured the occaisional joke, but enjoyed the more-than-occaisional compliment, spoken or assumed. There was a friend of my friend's wife who always complimented me when I was wearing them, and always mentioned them when I wasn't (Hey, where's your tights?) I once changed into my silver pair at the end of a party at the house I was sharing. Lots of shocked laughter. I was so embarassed even being drunk didn't take the edge off!>>>>Nowadays, Dea and I will have tights-clad sex while framed by the sliding glass doors in my apartment, which reveal us to the parking lot. I guess at this point I can be seen in tights, but only if I'm having hetero sex at the same time!>>>>I have gotten to the point where I can just walk in and BUY a few pairs of tights without fearing people's reactions....-Depon >>>I just remembered! 'Round about the time I was wearing running tights, I had given up the extra biz and started out in a more legitimate business than show. So, I'm taking orders for a phone sex line (wackiest job I ever had!) The girls doing the actual calls weren't in the office (they worked from home,) but the office was full of girls nonetheless, because the chat line was based there. One of the girls on the chat line was so lovely (looks and spirit) that I found myself hanging around the joint even when I wasn't being paid to be there! Her name was Monique, and she was this sort of free spirit, hippie-type (I'm sure dating her would've been a jealous guy's NIGHTMARE!) who took a liking to me, and I her. One of the things I liked best about Monique was she'd wear black tights all the time, and hated wearing shoes (yum!) One of the things she liked best about me was that I'd give her a foot-massage anytime she'd ask for one. What can I say? I'm just a giving kind of guy! I'd usually wear my tights to work, and always when I was visiting Monique.>>>I'd always end up rubbing her feet while she was on the line, and she'd always tell the poor sap that she was getting this GREAT foot massage from her friend, while I gallantly allowed her to rest the foot I wasn't rubbing on my thigh...>>>Ain't I a stinker?-Depon Answers to this message:
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